On Meditation

It was the flickering that caught her attention, and the calming scent that illuminated from its center.  It burned in front of her while she allowed the beads from her bracelet to glide through her fingers, as each passing hum of the mantra calmed her down. Silently she watched the candle and chanted her whispers as the scent being released from the warming candle filled her nostrils with memories of cool summer nights and breezy autumn days (the elements that calmed her). She closed her eyes  for fear of losing herself in the sight of the growing flame. She let her vision be strayed by the outline of the candlelight, which stayed in her mind as her eyes were shut softly over her thoughts. She fell deeper into a numbing state as her chants grew softer and her breathing louder. She had no thoughts now, but knew only the motion of her fingers over the smooth beads, the sound of the flickering candle and the scent it let off, and the vibrations of her voice through her chants. She was meditated.

T. DM

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